Tom: C minor•
Verse 1
Bitches still sucking on dicks
Ab
Cm
Hoes just, tripping man
Fm
Ab
Choosing they men by what kinda
Verse 2
What kinda keys you holding
Cm
Now bitches stare a nigga down
Fm
when he step to the bar
They ain't tripping on me,
Eb
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Fm
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
G
They ain't tripping on me,
Fm
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Look a nigga up and down like he
Cm
Fm
But they ain't tripping on me,
Eb
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Eb
Fm
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
G
They ain't tripping on me,
Fm
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the
Verse 3
Fm
boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block,
Cm
showing cock, traffic stoppers
Fm
Looking good spending some nigga G's
Cm
G
Fm
Nails by Vietnamese, hair by Mean Gene,
Cm
looking like they worth G's
Dress above they knees,
jellies and G- strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em pass
So tell me where can I find 'em
With they nigga or in that candy
Cadillac right behind him
Verse 4
Fm
Bitches telling me see yo' dick grand
All she wanna do is ride Su- bur- ban
Cm
Eb
Put her ass on the leather,
Cm
G
See we got boppers in Texas
Fm
oh man that pussy look good
Cm
So I let them hoes ride and
But she blinded by the candy
Cm
she can't see I'm a pimp
When she told me I looked
Eb
Fm
good I didn't feel no pride
Cm
Fm
All the bitch wanted to do
is just fuck my ride
Cm
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he
Verse 5
Fm
step to the bar
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
But bitch who the fuck you
Eb
Fm
think you are, by far
G
They ain't tripping on me,
Fm
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Look a nigga up and down like he
But they ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Eb
Fm
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
G
They ain't tripping on me,
Fm
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Oh yeah these hoes think they cute in
Verse 6
Fm
skin- tight catsuits
Assuming that they body's too
Fm
But pussy is the root of all drama
Cm
An attribute put up in they
G
Fm
head by they momma
Cm
Oh yeah I'mma tell it like it is,
Fm
I sees how it goes down
Niggas talking 'bout,
Eb
Cm
how they passing these hoes 'round
Fm
But y'all tricking, them hoes told me
Cm
Fools y'all ain't Goldy,
G
Fm
Cm
riding in a goodie but an oldie
Fm
Fifty dollars there, a hundred
dollars here
You brought the bitch a drink
Eb
Cm
and all her home girls a beer
Your homeboys looking for
Cm
G
You left your niggas at the club
Fm
and took all them hoes home
If you didn't want to fuck,
Cm
then get the fuck up out the truck
You know what I mean? I ain't
Cm
Just so these hoes can be seen,
Fm
c' mon you wanna fuck or cut?
Cm
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he
Verse 7
Fm
step to the bar
They ain't tripping on me,
Eb
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Eb
Fm
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
G
They ain't tripping on me,
Fm
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
When you look at my chrome and
Verse 8
Cm
you lick your lips
It's just like I'm rubbing my dick
between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass,
my grill smile right back
Bitch I'm the real,
that's why I ride Cadillac
And I'mma fuck you and fuck
all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C come
through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint,
butter and AMG rims
Color TV, VCR playing X- rated films
Fm
Of myself, running up in beauty queens
Cm
But let me tell y'all niggas the difference
between y'all and me
Fm
You see, man I can tell all
Cm
that bitch wanted to do
G
Fm
Is just ride for free and smoke for free
Fm
you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C
Cm
Unless your pussy making ten
Fm
thousand dollars a week
Cm
Fm
The only way I see you sitting in my passenger seat,
Verse 9
Fm
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he
step to the bar
They ain't tripping on me,
Eb
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
But bitch who the fuck
Fm
you think you are, by far
G
They ain't tripping on me,
Fm
Cm
Look a nigga up and down like he
But they ain't tripping on me,
Eb
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Eb
Fm
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
G
They ain't tripping on me,
Fm
Cm
Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step
Verse 10
Fm
to the bar
They ain't tripping on me,
Eb
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Fm
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
Cm
G
They ain't tripping on me,
Cm
Look a nigga up and down like he
F
But they ain't tripping on me,
Eb
they wanna fuck my car
Cm
Eb
Fm
But bitch who the fuck you think you are,
by far
They ain't tripping on me,
they wanna fuck my car
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